This is a song about "Motor"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

But the motor died, i'm a soldier who never dies

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Be a vidya game coder, or maybe race motor-

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

A comedic motor

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I power the motor, she bought like a pawnbroker, but she only mediocre

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Like a shit motor, being a dumb fuck

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

I find it funny as hell his death was in a motor

I was born to do the damn thing

Get it girl, keep that motor running